0 comments/ 42917 views/ 5 favorites Sunday in the Valley By: Dear_Dora I woke up with the full sun warming my face, with a peace of mind and a sense of physical well-being I hadn't felt for years. I patted the bed to my left, but Len wasn't there. Len? No, Bill! My eyes shot open and I was suddenly fully awake, as a surge of adrenalin shot through my naked body. As I scrambled to find my pajamas, I slid across a spot on the sheet that was still damp and a little slimy. Oh, my God! What had I done? When I finally found my pj's and put them on, I opened the closed door of the guest room a crack, and peeked out, not knowing who or what I was going to encounter. The narrow view down the hallway showed only a tiny portion of the living room part of the "great room," and the bathroom door in the hall wall opposite. I scampered quickly across the hall, and got into the bathroom quickly, pulling the door closed behind me as quietly as I could. Rationally, I understood that both Pat and Bill obviously knew what I had done last night, so being quiet and furtive was sort of stupid. On the other hand, I didn't really feel like confronting either of them just yet. Maybe never? As I brushed my teeth and gave myself a quiet sponge-bath to remove the remaining traces of last night's foolishness, I came to several realizations about what kind of a day was ahead for me. First, there was no way I could get out of this house without encountering Pat or Bill, or both. And, given that, second, there was no way they wouldn't want to talk with me about what had happened last night (and here, I studiously refused to give it a name in my mind.) Third, that would result in either an angry confrontation with Pat (probably not likely from what she had said and done yesterday), yet another proposition from Bill (my guess is that this was extremely likely (although if he DIDN'T suggest something more, I oddly felt that I would be insulted), or just an embarrassed emotional breakdown from me (most likely of all, from the way I was feeling right then.) After I finally got myself together, brushed away my bed hair, and went back across the hall to get dressed, I paused to pack everything into my overnight case, in the forlorn hope that I might, indeed be able to scoot out of the house before I got caught. I grabbed my case, my coat, and my purse, and slid stealthily out of the room again, went to the end of hall, and peeked out into the "great room." What I saw made my heart leap to my throat. On the breakfast bar between the dining area and the kitchen were the dirty dishes and the remains of breakfast for two, and Len's familiar old leather jacket was draped over the back of one of the high stools there. Len was here already! I leaned back against the wall of the bedroom hallway, and waited for my heart to quit pounding. What if Len had been joking around ... he liked to do that, say ridiculous things with as straight a face as he could to catch people off guard. If that was the case here, well, he certainly had caught ME off guard! What if they ALL had been just joking around, and then when Bill came in to apologize, I had let things get out of hand? As soon as this thought occurred to me, it seemed like the most likely scenario. The three of them had been playing an elaborate practical joke on me, and I had let it get entirely out of control! But, then, what was with Pat's behavior after she watched me with her husband? That happened, didn't it? For a second, the politics of the situation faded as I tried to visualize exactly what had happened, and that led to my first sharp memory this morning of Bill's enormous sexual equipment, and how it had felt inside of me, and an irrational thrill of excitement ran through me, along with something else ... pride? ... and THAT jarred me back to the situation at hand. Where had everybody gone? Did I want to find them, or did I want to just take this opportunity to skip out like the coward I was realizing that I was, and call Len to tell him to meet me at home? Just then I heard Len's voice, his words indistinct, from across the "great room," where another little hall led to the master suite. I resolved to deal with my situation as squarely and as honestly as I could, so I set down my bags and coat, and walked across the room. When I entered the short hallway, various little noises led me toward Pat and Bill's big bedroom. I stopped when I saw Bill through the doorway, still in his pajamas, sitting in the big over-stuffed leather chair there, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, peering intently at something to the left, concealed from my view. At first, Bill was unaware of me, but I suppose I moved a little, and his eyes and attention turned briefly to me. He smiled, and gestured that I should come in the room, but also put his finger to his lips in the classic gesture directing me to be quiet. I walked toward him, trying to be careful to be as quiet as possible, as I realized that what I had been hearing was Len, vocalizing but not talking, quietly grunting and sighing from time to time. I also heard clearly for the first time a tiny rhythmic squeaking and what sounded like Pat gasping.. I'm slow, but not stupid, as they say, so I wasn't really surprised that, when I had advanced far enough to see fully into the room, I saw my husband lying in the middle of Bill and Pat's big king-sized bed, naked of course, with my sister, also nude, bouncing herself up and down on him as she straddled his hips. Pat was leaning forward, her hands together at her wrists, splayed out over Len's hairy chest, using them to take her weight as she levered herself up and down on what I assumed was Len's cock in her pussy. For his part, Len was just enjoying the view and the ride, idly running one hand over Pat's small left breast, and rubbing a circle on her admirably flat tummy with the other, his thumb dipping down now and then to where their sex was joined. Again, my head was awhirl with conflicting thoughts and emotions. I can't say that my first feeling wasn't a powerful jolt of jealousy deep in my gut. My second thought was that I was being ridiculously hypocritical ... sauce for the goose and all that! But, I was actually shocked to think that Len would actually do such a thing! My own behavior notwithstanding. Before last night, I had never been with another man than my Leonard. And, although I was pretty sure he had done some things before we met, I had really never doubted that he had been faithful for our entire marriage. But here he was, in full light of day, merrily fucking my sister (well, she was fucking him, actually, but still) while her husband watched. I reminded myself of my own behavior yet again, and tried to get my feelings of betrayal, anxiety for our marriage, and jealousy under control. Bill interrupted my train of thought with a quiet "psst!" I glanced at him, and he was again gesturing for me to come over next to him to watch the couple on the bed. I walked over and sat down on the floor in front of Bill's chair between his knees and leaned back to watch the spectacle and think some more. I could easily see that Pat and Len were each reaching their climaxes -- Pat jammed herself down HARD onto Len, and her arms collapsed as she fell forward onto my husband, clasping him tightly in her arms as she seemed to be butting her head into his chest. I recognized Len's reaction; he stiffened and also clung tightly to Pat, his hips arching up as I imagined him spewing his semen up into her compact little body. When Len and I made love in this position, his hip thrust pushed his penis up forcefully into me, and maybe he was doing that to my sister, but he was also lifting her lighter body up completely off of the bed, and now her only contact with the mattress was where her toes touched it down by the space below his hips. They froze that way for a few seconds, Pat silent, Len growling dangerously. Then they collapsed together in a heap of flesh. I watched as the two of them lay there, eyes closed, panting and covered with perspiration, hugging one another. If I didn't know better, I would swear they were in love. Were they? I felt Bill moving behind me, and then I felt something heavy, hot, and soft resting on my right shoulder and touching my cheek. I instinctively turned my head, and came eye to ... uh ... eye with Bill's swollen cock. I wasn't actually surprised, except for the fact that it seemed even bigger in the light of day. All the barriers were down. I just grabbed Bill's cock, rolled over, got to my knees, and started licking that incredible thing. I knew Pat and Len would eventually open their eyes and see us there, but I not only didn't care, I was actually excited for that to happen. I wanted my husband to see me doing this lustful, shameful thing with this other man, being the active, sexual woman again that he had married and then I had lost somewhere along the way. As I licked Bill, he was caressing my head, ruffling up my hair, occasionally tugging on me to get me to take him fully into my mouth. I was frankly hesitant. I was truly worried about fitting his cock, so long, but also so obscenely big around, into my mouth. But I determined to try, and soon, the bulbous knob on the tip of his penis was filling my mouth as if I'd put an entire apple in there. My tongue had a little room to move around, and I became very aware again of Bill's foreskin "wattle," fondling it and bathing it in saliva, but the number of things I could do was very limited because the head of Bill's cock almost completely filled my mouth! I started to panic when I felt Bill trying to push himself deeper into my mouth. Immediately, he shoved the soft pallet at the top back of my throat up into my nasal passage, and I started to gag. I had rarely taken Len in my mouth over our whole marriage (although he seemed to like licking ME, and I certainly was okay with THAT), and when I did, I don't remember ever gagging. I'm sure it was partly a matter of size, but also Len's consideration for my feelings. Len was always gentle and sensitive to my reactions, but Bill seemed to be just enjoying himself. Which was okay, but I really felt like I was going to throw up. I raised up, trying to withdraw from Bill's impaling rod down my throat, but he had a strong clamp on my head, with his fingers tangled in my hair. I started to panic, and just punched my hands into Bill's stomach and PUSHED, trying to get him the hell out of my mouth. Bill's stomach wasn't the best surface to give me a purchase against which to push, but I did succeed in pulling him part way out. But Bill still had a painful death grip on my hair, and, thinking I was doing this stuff on purpose, I guess, he pulled me back toward him. I still hadn't gotten my balance, and fell forward, feeling more than a little light-headed. I made one more effort, moved my feet forward toward the foot of the chair, moved my hands up to his more-solid ribs, and pushed hard again, just as I felt the first blast of cum shooting out of the cock embedded in me. Bill let go of my hair in his ecstasy, and now, my balance was off again the other direction. His cock popped out of my mouth just as suddenly as it had plunged in, while squirting another jet of semen into my open, gasping mouth, and I fell over onto my butt, as Bill spurted a couple more streams of semen, first on my face, then as his ejaculation diminished, onto my sweater, then my slacks, and finally onto my tennis shoes. Bill was oblivious, his head leaned back on the chair, staring blindly at the ceiling. I was stunned, just sitting there wondering what had just happened, coughing, swallowing and trying to spit out the number of pubic hairs I had seemed to accumulate along the way. I belatedly remembered a couple of the reasons I really didn't care for sucking dicks. Behind me, I heard Pat giggling, and Len saying "Jesus, Jean, that was fantastic! I had no idea Bill was so ... so ... I had no IDEA!" I fell onto my back, glanced up and back to see Len and Pat, seemingly upside-down, lying there on the bed, each propped up on an elbow, gaping at the scene before them. I saw Len get up and come over to me, his limp penis hanging down, dripping all over the place, and he knelt down, bent over me, and gave me a sweet kiss, probably getting some of Bill's cum on his lips, and said, "Are you okay, hon? That looked like it might have been uncomfortable!" That Len! So perceptive! Was it the gagging, the coughing, or the spitting that gave it away, I wonder? Everybody got all involved with putting me back together, rinsing the cum off of my clothes, putting clothes on themselves, and all that sort of busy maintenance stuff for a few minutes. No one said anything about what had happened. We just seemed to ignore it for a while. Eventually, we all wandered out to the great room, and sat down at the breakfast bar, Pat and Bill on the kitchen side, Len and I on the dining room side. Pat threw together another couple of breakfasts for Bill and me, and poured everyone a cup of coffee, then started a new pot. While Bill ate contentedly, I asked hoarsely for something cold to drink, still hacking and coughing trying to get the parts of my throat back into their normal positions. Pat poured me a glass of orange juice and another one of cold milk. I got my purse and rooted around in there until I found my little day-of-the-week pill container, shook out the Sunday compartment full of little pills of various sizes and colors, and made a good-faith effort to swallow them all at once with a big gulp of juice. After following that with a couple of sips of scalding-hot coffee, I started to feel better. Bill was going on about how he was just over the moon about the fact that I was able to suck his cock, how Pat was so small that she had actually split her lip trying to even get him in once! I had to interrupt his glowing memories to mention that it had been a terrible mistake on my part, made me think I was going to die, and was something I really never wanted to experience again, no matter what. I heard Bill quietly say to himself, "We'll see." And my loving husband just laughed! When Len saw the look on my face when he laughed, he grabbed me in a big bear hug and said, "Aah. I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean to laugh!" He held my head to his shoulder and gently stroked my hair. I was so overwhelmed with the emotional impact of everything that had happened, I couldn't help but start to cry. Len continued to cuddle me, and I heard Pat and Bill say consoling words. I also heard Pat say, quietly, "It was funny, though!" and I just couldn't resist giggling at myself. Len let go of me, and held me at arm's length and looked at me to see if I was okay, but I had started to laugh uncontrollably and just shook my head. It was contagious. Soon, everyone was laughing hysterically, and after we settled down a little, I could tell the tension had been shattered. Everybody just sat back in their chairs and drank their coffee for a while, while I poked at my eggs and bacon and drank my juice, milk, and coffee. Len said he had actually set out right after I had called him back last night, and had arrived very early this morning. He wasn't sure what the situation was in the house, but it looked like everything was peaceful, quiet, and dark, so he just took a nap in his old pickup for a few hours. At about seven, Pat woke him by tapping on the driver's-side window. She wiggled a steaming cup of coffee at him, and he unfolded himself out of the truck with several groans and came inside. Pat told us that Bill and I were still fast asleep at that point, but that she had recounted to Len what she had seen last night, which was almost everything. Len had sat quietly and sipped at his coffee, then asked her if I looked like I was having a good time. "I told him, 'Hell, yes, Lenny! She was flailing around and yelping like a kid!'" Pat said. "Then Lenny just smiled and started to eat his breakfast. After maybe fifteen minutes, he looked at me and simply said, 'What about us, then?' I said, 'What ABOUT us?' Len didn't say anything else, he just stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom. Somewhere along the line, Bill came in, and you know the rest!" It wasn't anything I didn't know or hadn't imagined. Suddenly Bill looked at his watch and said, "Oh my goodness! It's almost nine o'clock!" Both Bill and Pat jumped up and started cleaning up the kitchen and obviously getting ready for something. "What's up, guys?" Len said, finishing his coffee. "Church is at 10:00!" Pam said. "What time do you guys have to head home?" "Uh, well, I work tomorrow, so I really need to be back by eight this evening or thereabouts ... anyway, I don't really want to drive that route again at night!" Len said. "What's that got to do with what time church is? You guys going to church?" "That seems kind of weird," I said, "considering what we've all just been doing!" Pat and Bill just stopped in their tracks and looked at me. "I don't think that's weird at all, Jean," Pat said, very serious. "We're all sinners, you know, and we always have been. God loves us no matter what we do!" "Convenient!" I said. Len and I had sort of dropped out of organized religion altogether once we were married. We went to a Unitarian Church for a few years after the kids were born just to give them an idea of what all the fuss was about, but that's about as little religion as you can have and still go to church every week. Since the kids were grown, we just hadn't given it much thought one way or another, except when someone was getting married or buried. "I don't agree with that at all!" Pat said. "If you mean that you think it's hypocritical to have sex with one another's spouses then go to church right after, I think that's just wrong, completely wrong!" "Why's that, Pat?" Len said, heading off my flip response and a possible argument. "Well, in the first place, I don't see that we did anything wrong! We all love one another, and there isn't any sneaking around or anything. Why not enjoy one another? And, I think if you feel that we DID do something wrong, well, isn't that exactly the time you should go to church and ask for God's guidance?" We ended up going with them. They told us we didn't have to change clothes, that their church down by the river was very casual, but I thought maybe a semen-stained sweater and jeans was maybe stretching the bounds a little, so I changed back into the slacks outfit I had on yesterday. Rumpled, but not licentious. Then we all piled into Pat's little Subaru station wagon and headed to town. Their church was a very small non-denominational Christian congregation, and the service was very straight-forward. None of the mystical incense or Latin that I remembered from my youth (I told you I was old!) as a Catholic. Unfortunately, the homily or sermon or whatever you want to call it was on the topic of extra-marital sexuality. They were against it. Afterwards, as we sat in a little café in what passes for a downtown in those tiny San Luis Valley towns, Pam launched. "Well, I just don't agree with that at all!" she said. "We weren't 'lusting in our hearts after forbidden fruit' or any of that! We were just having some fun and being real loving to our family!" "Uh, Pat?" Bill said in a very soft voice, trying to set an example, I guess. "Maybe you could speak a little more softly! We're getting noticed!" It was true. Several people at surrounding tables had turned to look at us after Pat's outburst, and then went back to their meals and table companions, although I'm betting there was some interesting table-talk right after that. There seemed to be a scatting of muted laughter around us. "Oh, poop!" Pat said, but more quietly. "They don't know what we're talking about! Anyway, if you guys don't have to leave until maybe five or so, do you think we could go back to the house and try a couple more things?" Sunday in the Valley "Oh, yeah?" Len said, his voice much quieter even than Pat's toned-down level. "What kinds of things?" "Well, I've never had two at once!" Pat said. "I'd really like to try that!" "Uh, there's more than one way to skin that cat!" Bill said. "What exactly were you thinking?" "Oh, bottom, front and back!" Pat said. "But Lenny, you'd definitely have to be the one in the back ... Bill's way too big for me there!" "Wow, that's the way a guy likes to be thought of ... the one small enough to be comfortable in the rear!" Said Len. "Oh, sorry!" said Pat. "You know I didn't mean it like that! You know I think you're just fine in that department." I was just slinking down into my chair, scanning the room to see if anyone was following our conversation. "Look, you guys, do you suppose we could just hold off on this conversation until we're in the car?" We finished our breakfast, paid the bill, and scurried out to the car, trying not to look around to see if we were being frowned at by the other patrons. There wasn't really a lot more discussion required. Immediately when we got back to Pat and Bill's house, Pat started shedding her clothes and made a bee-line for the bedroom. Both men seemed equally eager, and followed her happily. I said, "Okay, I'll be in in a few minutes, but I think I'm mostly the witness for this one," I said, "If I understand it correctly!" Pat, naked, stuck her head and shoulders out to see me in the kitchen, and said, "Yeah, I think you understand it just fine!" She was ginning like the Cheshire Cat. "I'll make everyone something to drink," I said, feeling foolish. "I'll bring the drinks when I come in to watch." I didn't hear any objections to my watching the proceedings, and I have to admit to being curious about how exactly this was done. I'd read about it, and heard about it, but we'd never been real fans of porno movies, so I was having a little trouble imagining where everyone's legs and arms and what-not went. I knew what people liked to drink, so I didn't have to take orders. I could hear some hilarity in the bedroom, so I scrambled to find the necessary ingredients, and threw together two highballs, a beer, and some Irish coffee, and took the tray of them in to the master bedroom. Everything became clear to me almost immediately. Bill was lying like I had been lying last night, with his hips right at the edge of their bed, which was also one of those high ones. Pat was kneeling over him, her knees perched right on the edge, on either side of his hips, and she was reaching around down there to align Bill so she could sit down on him. Both Len and I craned our necks down, wanting to see the process of Bill impaling my little big sister on that monster of a cock that he had. It frankly looked impossible. It was as if the diameter of his penis was roughly equal to the diameter of Pat's whole torso down there. But they had apparently done this a time or two, and before too long, after a little wiggling and negotiation, Pat was sitting fully down on Bill's hips, not a bit of his length showing. I don't think he had been able to push that far into me last night. I'm not sure he COULD HAVE pushed that far into me last night. But Pat had the advantage of years of practice. The two of them just lay there, waiting for Len to make the next move. Len pushed Pat down onto Bill's ample stomach. Bill's legs were spread very wide, pressed on each side against the side of the bed. When Pat leaned down, her ass-crack opened up, and I could see her tiny asshole, looking more like her navel than a place Len could insert his cock into her. Len took a tube of Vaseline off the bedside table, and squirted some onto his fingers, rubbed a little on his cock, then squeezed out some more, which he slathered around the whole area near Pat's asshole. It all seemed pretty pre-meditated and clinical to me, but then, as far as I knew, sex always looked that way to someone sitting alongside the bed, watching. It wasn't the sort of thing I'd had much experience with before. Len started to concentrate on trying to slip his fingers, or at least, a finger, into Pat's rear. He wasn't having any success at all. "Try to relax, Pat," Len said. "Easy for you to say!" said Pat. I could tell Pat was both eager to do this and very nervous about it. I realized that, if Bill was "way too big for her back there," that they must have tried this with one another and failed. Pat had never done anal before! Probably for the best, considering. As far as I knew, Len had never done it, either. He certainly never did it, or even tried it, with me, or even expressed an interest in it. I remembered one time that anal intercourse in the life of some celebrity was in the news, and Len said, "Why would you do that, when there's a nice, hot, gooey place to put it in, right next door?" Which was more or less my view of things as well. I mean, I know sex is supposed to be dirty, but anal just seems ... well ... dirty. "Push out a little, Pat," Len suggested, still trying to wiggle a finger into her tight little butt. "Like you're trying to take a crap!" Oh, so romantic! But Pat's nothing if not a trooper, and she did what Len suggested, and suddenly Len was able to slip his index finger into her. She jerked reflexively; I could tell it wasn't very pleasurable for her. Len always told me, though, that the feeling of his doctor poking around in his ass when he had his prostate examined was "not painful, just odd feeling, and embarrassing, of course." While the three of them were working out the logistics of their project, I reflected on their looks. Bill looked the oldest of the four of us, in my opinion, which he actually was by a few months. I think smoking always ages people's faces, and that was certainly true of Bill's -- his face was deeply lined, although the underlying structure of his face was still handsome. For a stranger, the first impression of Bill was probably his weight -- he had a beer belly and man boobs. Bill's naked body was not anything that might inspire lust in a woman, that is until they saw ... well, until they saw him in more detail. Len looked great, in my opinion. He had an old ugly scar across his stomach which made a deep trough under his ribs. But he was generally lean, and his face, although rugged and lined from years of working outside still seemed handsome to me. But I knew I couldn't be objective. Pat was trim, but what shape she had was just as saggy as mine -- there just wasn't as much of it. Her little boobs hung down just as badly as mine -- we were both way past passing the pencil test! She had a little pooch of a tummy, but her torso was basically very lean. I'm not sure Pat was ever really pretty, although she had been "cute" when we were young. Now, I think most men our age would find her attractive, although up close, her face was frankly starting to look old to me ... lots of little lines around her lips, extensive crow's feet, wrinkly neck, all that stuff. She dyed her hair, of course, it was too uniform in color to be natural, and I had noticed grey roots now and then in the past. I had given up dying when I retired. I just didn't have the energy for the constant touch-up when I knew nobody was fooled. Over the course of the last two years, my hair had progressed form salt-and-pepper grey and black to just about all-silver. Len said it looked nice, but I know it makes me look old right off the bat. And I'm too fat. I have always liked to eat, and since my poor knees and hips have started hurting so much all the time, I've become so sedentary that I've been gaining several pounds a year. Partly because of my weight, I guess, I think I have the youngest-looking face of the four of us ... no lines to amount to much. Len says I look like a cherub. If you didn't know us and met the four of us together, you'd assume Bill and I were a couple and that Len and Pat were a couple. At the moment, however, I was by myself over here wondering what the fun was in what the other three were doing. Or trying to do. Len figured he had gotten things loosened up quite a bit back there, and was trying to push his cock into Pat's rear opening now. I was frankly amazed that both the men had been able to get erections again after having impressive orgasms earlier (two for Bill in the last 24 hours!). And without Viagra, either! But I could also clearly see that Len had lost some enthusiasm; as he was trying to push himself into my sister, I could see his penis bending, and deflecting to one side or the other. That had to hurt! I thought that he would be more likely to get himself in there if he were stiffer. What the hell. I got out of the big leather chair and went over to Len and, holding onto his thighs to lower myself to the floor with my weak old knees, I opened my mouth, offering to do what I could for the team by trying to see if I could stiffen him up. What had I heard that that is called? A fluffer? Len got the idea, and swiveled his hips a little toward me. I could see, actually, that just my getting involved and making the offer had already had some restorative effect on him. When he pushed himself into my mouth, I realized that I also would be getting a taste of Vaseline, and if I wasn't imagining it, a little bowel. Oh, well, all for the cause. I gave my husband the best-quality version of licking and sucking that I could manage, and after a minute or so, I could feel that it had had an great effect. Len was as hard as I remember him ever being. I pulled away and gestured toward Pat and Bill on the bed, and Len went back to addressing getting into Pat's ass. I got back to my front-row seat on the leather chair. Bill's voice came from below Pat at this point, saying, "I think I'm losing it, guys!" Pat said, "Damn it, Bill, don't you do it! Think about last night with Jean, or something." I heard Bill groan, and Pat turned her head to smile over her shoulder at me and wiggle her eyebrows. Len was pushing hard, apparently, and he suddenly let out a big "Ouch" of his own ... I can only imagine that using your sensitive cock head as a battering ram might not actually feel so good. I think they all would have given up about then, when all of a sudden, Len seemed to lurch forward and like that, he was in! Pat let out a big yelp, then she said, "Yes!" Now what? Pat tried to start things up by moving her hips, but the physics of the thing meant she just didn't have the necessary mass to move the men much. Len grabbed Pat's hips tightly and started thrusting into her just as if he were fucking her vaginally. Below the two of them, Bill started trying to lift his hips, and finally Pat got the rhythm and sort of seemed to coordinate everything by moving her own hips again. Soon enough, the three of them were thrashing around on the edge of the bed like they had been doing this for years. I heard Bill's voice emerge again from the bottom of the pile, saying, "Oh, yeah! I can feel your cock in her, Len!" "Jesus, Bill, I can feel you, too!" Pat just said, "Oh, God, oh God, oh God!" Pat clearly had started climaxing. As the men kept pounding away, she seemed to have maybe two or three really big orgasms. Her whole body was flopping up and down on Bill's, and Len increased the stakes by leaning forward to grab at her tits, all without missing a stroke. I was so proud of my Len! Pat never stopped gasping out her passion, and soon, Bill's voice shot out loudly from down below, somewhere, "Oh, Christ!" as he started his orgasm. Len couldn't resist all of that, and started accelerating his thrusts into Pat's ass, going not only faster, but a lot more violently. I had never seen Len's face look so ferocious! After a few of these more violent thrusts, Len arched his back, looked up at the ceiling and just howled like a wounded animal. I have to admit, I hadn't thought this whole ridiculous activity would end well, but even I was pretty excited by what was going on. I suddenly wished I had gotten out of my own clothes so I could play along from the sidelines. But, too late now, I just enjoyed the sexual buzz I got from being a voyeur. One by one, first Bill, I think, then Pat, and finally Len, the three lovers stopped moving, and relaxed. I was aware that this was exactly the kind of thing you imagined when you read suggestive implications in articles in the paper when someone was found "in a compromising situation" after they had their cardiac arrest. But it looked like everyone was going to survive this. This time, at least. We only had an hour and a half before we had to set out for home, and it was clear to me that neither of the boys was going to be able to do much for me today, so I was basically resigned (and actually satisfied and kind of relieved) to being done for the day. The others had taken showers and gotten somewhat dressed, and we were finally actually beginning to talk about what we were up to. But Pat was still the group cheerleader, and had what I considered an astounding suggestion. "Well, Jean, the boys might be down for the count, but you and I could still do some stuff!" I looked at her to see if she was kidding. She was smiling at me, beaming, actually, but I could see that she was absolutely NOT kidding. I suddenly had nothing to say, and just sat there, wondering what the hell had gotten into my sister, and whether I would even consider her offer. To be honest, we had "done some stuff" when we were kids. I think just about all siblings do, regardless what they say. But that had been half a century ago. A lot of water had spilled over the bridge (or is it under the dam?) since then, and I wasn't at all sure that I was interested in anything like that. I quickly learned that I was the only one who didn't think that this was the absolutely most terrific idea, ever. "Oh, yeah!" Bill cried out. "That would be so HOT!" "Doesn't every guy want to watch two women together?" Len said, grinning like a fool. "Okay!," Pat said, "So it's all decided!" I guess she hadn't noticed that I hadn't really jumped at the offer. Pat grabbed my hand and yanked me off of my stool by the breakfast bar and literally dragged me back to the bedroom. The guys situated themselves as the audience, Len sitting in the big chair, and Bill bringing in a dining room chair for himself. I felt like tearing tickets. Pat started getting undressed (what little she had put on), so I did, too, trying not to be the wet blanket. I wasn't AGAINST it, exactly, I just hadn't quite grasped what we were about to do. When we all got nude (I was last ... the men were out of their undies in seconds after we got back to the bedroom), Pat climbed up onto the big, nice bed and grabbed my hand to pull me in after her. One of the nice things about the position they had used earlier was that there was no "wet spot" to spoil the mood. Except maybe on the carpet ... I hadn't checked. Pat took charge as usual, and swung herself around so that we were head-to-toe. She got on top of me, and straddled my head with her legs. I found myself staring up at Pat's pussy, which was still moist from her shower. See, I told myself, now this was CLEAN sex! Before I could do anything, I felt just the most delightful feeling in my crotch. I felt something, I assumed it was her tongue, sliding all over my outer lips, lingering at the top and digging in a little there. I didn't want to be a taker and not a giver, so I stuck out my own tongue, and quickly discovered why Len seemed to like giving me head so much. I just absolutely LOVED the idea and the taste and the feeling and the responsiveness from Pat that I was able to elicit with my tongue. That I was getting the best licking I had ever had in my life didn't do anything to quell my enthusiasm. Pretty soon, and I have no idea about time during this experience, we were writhing our torsos on one another as well as licking and slurping and feeling around here and there. My sister seemed to know just exactly what I might want next, how much, how strongly, how fast, how everything. And, from the reactions I was getting, I was also reading her mind. I vaguely remember hearing the guys cheering us on, but my mind was in fact somewhere better, far, far away. If there had been a fire in the bedroom right then, I would surely have died a gruesome death. Neither of us seemed to be racing to a conclusion, like a guy always seemed to want to do (at least Len, anyway!) It was a long, slow, sensuous, warm, wet, hot, tasty, hairy, smooth, oily, aromatic, energetic, lethargic horizontal dance. After what may have been a few minutes or several hours, I felt Pat stiffen on top of my body, and her pussy gushed even more fluid onto my face and tongue, if that was possible. For my part, I didn't stiffen. I dissolved. My mind and body just melted into total, climactic bliss. A wet, hot, corrosive orgasm just filled my entire being. I was ashamed to realize that this was without a doubt the very best sex I had ever experienced. I lolled my head over to see my husband, my dear, dear Len. He was grinning at me, I guess delighted to see me having so much pleasure. I felt, unlike last night, which was fun and all, I felt that I had actually cheated on Len, even though he was sitting right there, cheering me on. The feelings I had during sex with my sister had transported me to a place in my awareness that I had heard other people rave on about, and I admit that I had thought that they were just trying to impress someone. I was so wrong. Pat had rolled off of me, and bent over to bring her face next to mine. She kissed me, a deep, soulful, tongue-exploring kiss that curled my toes and sent a jolt through me that was very much like what I had previously thought of as an orgasm. I was in love. We finally set out for home at about eight-thirty, caravanning our way across the Valley, up and over La Veta Pass, and down the other side. We had arranged to stop at the last gas station in Walsenburg before getting on the interstate north, to make a pit stop, get something to drink, and check in with each other. I had spent the entire trip to that point thinking, worrying, about this thing that had happened to me ... to us. When Len came to my car to start the gas pump, I couldn't look him in the eyes, I felt so guilty. After the gas was in my car and his truck, we went into the little convenience store, paid our bill, used the facilities, bought a couple of sodas and a candy bar to split, and went outside. We sat side by side on the cheesy little plastic bench there, while we ate our snack and drank our cold dose of caffeine. "Len," I started, "I ..." "Don't Jean. Believe me, I know. Just let it soak in for a while." Len said. "You know I love you, and that will never change." I looked at my husband with tears in my eyes. "Leonard, I love you so!" I grabbed him tightly around his shoulders, weeping into the jeans jacket on his chest. "I love you, too Jean, I always love you," Len said quietly as the big rigs blasted by all stinky and real. "I just think we both have to just make room now to love someone else." We would get together with Pat and Bill now and then for a couple of years after that, and when Len finally was able to retire, we spent a lot of time with them. Wonderful times. Bill had a fatal heart attack a little over two years after that weekend. We buried his body in the little cemetery between their house and the Rio Grande. Pat moved in with us. We've been loving together for the six years since.